You ain’t a rapper of year You ain’t nasty you ain’t feared You not a factor round here mark You ain’t the artist of the year It’s all garbage that I hear Just a product of the earmark Like, where are you shooting your aim at? A bunch of different labels, They all be slanging the same pack And where you training your gang at? A bunch of new artists They all replaying the same act It’s not the song of year Not a song for moment Your song was so weak I had to pause all components Lets not offer condolence You all apologies like Nirvana was phobic nah Your hits don’t strike Look like some screenwriters When they pitch don’t bite Meaning Your moves are too predictable Would it be too inconsiderate To consider you peripheral Mr. Paid 10000 for your rep Bout time somebody told you That your sound is all inept Ms. Congeniality’s Prestige has been exempt You woke just for the enemies Your credibility is Bereft Before you start asking me why I’ll Make sure you get less sales Even after you die You don’t won’t have to reply There are too many intangibles That keep your action alive Crab in a Patti Mayonnaise Ai Sandwich where I mash Plankton with reggae Michael Jackson Hitting KB fadeways Chris Rock being slapped By Christ Jesus in his heyday Buying to look luxury Till you Dyfunctionally cash pour Your deal will have you paying debt Till your knees weak and your ass sore I be rapping like I'm evicted On food stamps and I have court You be rapping like you Obese you have free rent And your Dad’s Porsche 21 randy savages Couldn’t 180 your 360 When you Sweep the leg-ends You don’t need decrease swifties Get a tattoo of it free nifty At night with the c-krypty Spartan spears to your chest Two knives like ig brittney 50 years of hip hop 50 years of stars It only took 1 minute To lose respect for the gods Breaking codes of the G’s Disrespecting deceased Virtual bipping your whip Pillow pimping your chick Auctioning your verses Extorting the Stans Exploiting the culture For X amount of advance I had X amount of respect for you All the dogs started to pant Hoeing for oligarchs So like X man I go dark Burn a Big EL For elders in the sky winds With a touch of love Like X clan Grand Verbalizers G Rap for eternity Big daddy Kane Wearing Broccoli Tims Sending beats Back to the infirmary